Elsa was a rare master.

It's not that she didn't see what everyone else did.  She saw that as well as you.

She had little need for it.  No need to follow it.

Everything she needed, she created.  She saw dance.  Dance she made her own.

She sought answers that others were not seeking.

You and I may be tied to others and influenced entirely by them - moving with the stream - submerged to the neck.

Elsa stepped out of the stream, and her brilliant self emerged.

"There will always be a few people that figure out the right way to do things and do it.  I'm too lazy for that.", Carl would say.

He was talking about Elsa.

Carl could see the way, but he would not live it.

Elsa was a master.